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When You Gotta Go

She was utterly humiliated to say the least. She was a sixteen year old girl and here she was kneeling in her bed, her powder blue pajama shorts now two shades darker and clinging to her butt cheeks with her own piss. She felt like a disgusting, sticky mess and the worst part was, she wasn't even finished. Sitting there with her hand gripping her cunt she realized it was more than instinct, it was an unconscious response to her body. She still had to pee, quite badly actually, and the tingly pressure in her pussy was almost more than she could take. Every few seconds she felt drops of piss trickle into her palm and run along her fingers. She prayed Austin didn't notice - wetting herself asleep was already mortifying as it is; she could never live it down if she had an accident while awake.

Austin felt a twinge in his heart as Ally began to cry. He knew he should feel disgusted and maybe even a bit upset. But she wore her shame like an ugly sweater, and if anything right now he felt bad for her. He reached across the bed and gingerly pressed his hand against her forehead to double check that she really wasn't sick. She didn't seem to have a fever, but he continued to trail his hand down to her throat and run his thumb along her glands to check for swelling. Nothing felt wrong and she really did look fine. She began to cry harder as he touched her and instead of pulling away he let his hand rest on the damp shoulder strap to her tanktop. It was obvious she truly did just have an accident. Sure, she was a little old for that but as the saying goes - they happen, right? He thought back to the night before. They were only sitting on the pull out bed in the practice room as they worked on a new song. There really wasn't much to say. He didn't think either of them intended to fall asleep when they did. Somewhere along the melodies and lyrics, they must have just passed out - which also gave a reason as to why he was still had his jeans and shoes on.

"Ally, it's okay", he consoled her as she tried to sniffle the tears away, "You probably just drank too much before we fell asleep.I know you didn't mean to..."

His voice trailed off as his gaze met the hand between her legs. Her lips were visible through the tight fabric sticking to her skin but he couldn't see them much behind the death grip she held on herself. She was squirming slightly, thighs rubbing together around it.

"...You still have to go don't you.", he spoke point blankly and for the first time she flicked her head up to look at him

"Uh yeah...kinda.", she murmured as her wiggling ceased

"Well then go to the bathroom girl!", he moved his hand away from her shoulder and backed up a bit, emphasizing the fact that he was giving her room to leave.

"I can't! I don't have a change of clothes...and I can't go out there like this.", the distress rang through her voice.